There’s a fish tank in Waterstones in Greenwich. A fishtank! I like it here. . I ask a staff member how long it’s been there. “Eleven years” she says. I introduce myself as writer in residence to be of the soon to come Greenwich and Docklands International Festival. It sounded so pompous I should’ve rolled my Rrr’s. I said R’s not arse. I tell them about the temporary café at Greenwich station with the tweet on top. “That’s my tweet ” I say. “On top of that café. It won an award last week!”. I’m looking for common ground. I’m a writer. This is a bookshop.
“ Oh tweeting.” Says Gloria. She Pauses. “I don’t like tweets”. I explain that I do an original tweet every morning. “You’re surrounded by words.” I say . “All these books… are collections of tweets.” I open my arms to show the bookshop “A flock of tweets. This is an aviary”. It’s getting a little intense. “Is MVMNT Café at the DLR station?” She says and I light up “Yes that’s the one” I reply. “I don’t use the station” she says and passes me a card for a Greenwich writers group that meets at the café upstairs. On the wall next to the window in the cafe I see a poster and it reads Brave New World Aldous Huxley. I must tweet that.